Amor Vicissitudine

“Now I don’t want to cause any trouble, I just want to make sure you aren’t gonna be eating me.” Ewan McGregor spoke in his adorable accent as he tried coaxing Carl, the giant out of the cave.

I’d always loved this movie, ever since I’d seen it in high school, Ewan’s performance in Big Fish had been one of my favorites.

He was so cute and innocent seeming and sweet,

“No! Don’t do it Ewan!” Mike made it seem like something bad was gonna happen to him, even though he knew differently, having been in the same class as me in high school,

“Oh Mike, hush up.” I reached over Tony and slapped him chest, “You know what happens.”

He scoffed at me and reached behind Tony, flicking the back of my head,

“Don’t ruin it for the noob!” He referred to Casey in a friendly manner and I shook my head, leaning it against Tony’s shoulder,

“I’m not ruining it for anybody! Michael you’re the one who’s making false pretenses on what’s gonna happen!”

“Look out! We gotta bad ass over here!” Tony put his hands up like the guy from the internet meme and I looked at him like he was insane,

“I am a bad ass!” I put my chin up proudly as Tony wrapped his arms around my waist, kissing my cheek sweetly,

“And you’re my bad ass.” His voice was a low mumble as he squeezed my side softly. I chuckled and looked at him, pecking his lips.

Who knew such a light touch could give me such a feeling as this. My heart leapt into my throat and my eyelids became lazy, drooping ever so slightly as I stared at Tony, my hand goes numb and drops from Tony’s cheek, landing on his chest with a soft thud. My heart is beating wildly in my chest.

Is this,

Love?

No. No it’s not! It can’t be! It was just that stuff Jaime gave me earlier. Yeah, that’s it. My stomach is just feeling weird, yeah, I’m not in love! I’ve only known Tony for like a week!

He might be gorgeous and funny and sweet and talented but that doesn’t mean that I’m in love with him!

Or maybe there is-

There was a sharp crash outside followed by what sounded like someone shooting something,

“Shit!”
“Oh my god!” Casey and Mike spoke at the same time, as though sharing a brain,

“Sicily, stay here.” Tony put his hand on my stomach again, pushing me into the couch as he stood up, not taking his eyes from the door.

He moved from the living room to our bedroom and emerged with a sliver colored pistol in his hand,

“Oh my God! Tony what the fuck! You have a fucking GUN?!” I started to yell at him as Mike and Casey looked from themselves to me back to themselves in amazement, “That would have been an awesome fucking thing to know before you offered me to move in with you!”

Tony looked at me like I was absolutely nuts and put his hand out, trying to keep me in my seat,

“Sicily, I need you to relax and quiet down! I’ll take care of it, babe.” He walked close to me, staring into my eyes with a small grin.

Oh no.

There’s something sour happening, I just know it.

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I let my eyes flash back and forth between Sicily’s as she stared at me with a look of fear,

“I’ll be fine.” I gave her a soft smile and cocked the small Ruger hand gun I had just retrieved from the bedroom before walking to the front door.

I checked out the peep hole in the wooden board to see there was nothing strange in the immediate view of my apartment. My hand fell on the doorknob and my heart began beating wildly with fear.

What if I wasn’t alright? Well then Sicily would be screwed. Same with Jaime.

I took a deep breath and opened the door, holding the gun up in the direction that I thought the person who took the shot had been.

All I could see was someone running off down the alleyway behind my apartment,

“Shit.” I cursed under my breath and looked around.

There was a familiar small, silver car sitting under the overhang of my apartment, the back end only barely sticking out from underneath it,

“Jaime! JAIME!” I ran down the stairs to the car, “JAIME!” I jumped over the rail on the last few steps and saw Jaime lying on the ground with blood pouring from his chest,

“Oh my god. SICILY! SICILY CALL AN AMBULANCE!” I put the gun in my hand into my jacket pocket and ran next to Jaime, trying to get him to stand up,

“Jaime, come on you need to get up.” I tried to get him to get up but all he could do was make a grotesque gurgling sound,

“What?!” Sicily came to the balcony, screaming at the top of her lungs,

“Jaime’s been shot! Just call the fucking hospital!” I normally would never shout at a girl like that or even curse in front of her but she kind of needed to listen to me right now and she wasn’t really doing that very well.

Wow.

I never thought I’d ever get into this kind of situation.

I never thought I’d actually have to get my gun from my closet.

I never thought I’d get mad at Sicily.

Dammit Jaime, why’d you have to get shot?